Reunion

The Grand Duke lead the Moore's to the waiting room, "Now, if you all would please have a seat, the Prince will be right with you." The doors slammed open to reveal a smiling Henri, Phoebe curtsied in her chair as he walked towards Phoebe. He grabbed her hands in his and a feeling of electricity and warmth spread from both receivers, "May I ask, what is your name?" Henri asked.

Phoebe smiled at the Prince, "Moore, Phoebe Moore." The Prince sighed and gave her a lopsided smile, "Phoebe, what a lovely name." Henri got on his knee and pulled out a ring. "Why, I-I know it's sudden but, will you marry me?" Phoebe turned to her parents, they both mouthed, 'Whatever you wish!' Phoebe turned to the Prince again, "I will!"

Henri stood up grinning, "Excellent! The ceremony will take place tonight, the sooner the better!" Phoebe received a peck on the cheek from the Prince, "I'll go tell my father."

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Ella followed the Prince the moment he had exited the waiting room, as he started to cross a bridge full of flowers, she called to him. "Your Highness!" Henri turned around, "Yes?" Cinderella started to giggle, "Hello." The Prince looked a little startled, "Uhm, hello." Ella smiled, but it seemed forced and crazed.

"It's wonderful to see you again." The Prince stepped back, "Uhm, I'm sorry, have we met?" Ella stepped closer and giggled again, "I believe we danced last night at the ball." Henri chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck, "Well, uh, maybe you've mistaken me for some other prince." Ella stepped closer to him; she could count his eyelashes. "I don't think so, you are quite the dancer."

Ella dropped her broom purposely and made herself and the Prince pick it up. She stared into his eyes, he seemed ever so scared, Ella and Henri slowly picked up the broom. Ella thought the Prince's eyes turned green before they returned to their natural hazel, "Your Highness." Ella continued to stare at him.

Henri handed her the broom, "As a matter of fact, I'm going to marry her." Ella gasped, "Marry? Really?" All her anger was forgotten as she thought she was the mystery maiden again; insanity was slowly corrupting her brain. "Yes, tonight." Ella's grin widened, "Tonight?" Henri's voice sounded normal, and yet underneath it was a trace of fear. "Well, once you dance with someone like Phoebe, you don't want to waste any time!"

Ella's eyes seemed to cloud over, "Did you say, Phoebe?" Henri looked back at her and nodded, "But she's a FAUSSE!" Henri stepped back from the girl, "No, she's the girl I danced with at the ball, you do look awfully familiar though..." The Head of Staff- who was about to talk to Ella about their mice problem -grabbed Ella as she lunged at the Prince, "SHE'S A FAUSSE! A FAUSSE! I DANCED WITH YOU, NOT THAT CHIENNE!"(WARNING: Curse word in French, do not look up) Ella continued to scream and kick, trying to get to her Prince.

The Head quickly knocked the girl out, "I'll personally take care of this poor girl. She's not right in the head." The Head carried Cinderella to the other servants, "Get the asylum on the premises, this maiden tried to attack the Prince." Muttering started to arise from the servants, "Quiet down, Quiet down." The Head spoke as a servant called the asylum.

"The poor girl, and she had so much to live for."